Mother and I knew obstacles would happen. The greater the glory the greater the challenges. When the smoke was seen I knew it was a sign but not of what.
I was sent by the chief, with the next chief “For it has been seen but not told”, along with many others who are of import to investigate the smoke seen in our territory. I shrug my bad feeling off reminding my self that I found no knowledge of a curse upon our tribe in the tales from the others old ones as we go forth.
What we found sickened me. When we get to the smoke Kneelers with big, fancy names are there pretending to be like us, somehow making “our kind” bow before them. Crows all furred up. I know some crows come to want our life, but it is a slow change and not many at once. This is wrong. That many betraying oaths at once is scary. Seeing free people part the ways for a named other is maddening. The worst thing, the thing that made me almost vomit was the old woman.
She speaks of prophecy but knows not truth. She is trying to merge our people, saying that hers are ours from a distant purge. I do not even care if that is true. I will not allow our proud tribe to kneel and so help me by the Gods if I ever have to kneel let it be before an axe to my neck or with my friends on the other side for money.
Then we are sent back with a priest with a holy symbol that is smashed. Never did I see a thing like this over there. One who wears a God in defile is not to be trusted. I know this.
I reassured everyone that my mother would also attest that these tales are not true, but I know Mom is waiting for my word that it is safe to bring the goods to the village.
I restrained myself from killing the man pig who demanded my friend, from killing ht lying crone in her camp but I do not know how much longer I can hold my anger back. I love my tribe as a mother loves her cubs and I will dye protecting them if I must.